So yesterday when I thought Svenya had made another escape, I called Bry at work and left a message about my frustration and to plead for some advice.  My language may have been just a tad bit too rich for a District Relief Society President.

And then I had to call and leave another message to apologize for my grouchy one once I found Svenya and her calf all safe and sound hidden in the sumac.

He called me back after he got out of his meetings.  When I told him how utterly unprepared I was to encounter such a perfectly endearing creature, he laughed at me!

It wasn't a nasty laugh or a teasing laugh.  It was the kind of laugh you have when a friend discovers something wonderful and unexpected that you have known all along and it's good to share that thing with them.


I always thought puppies were the best thing in the universe.  It might just be newborn cows.  ( I don't know - maybe it's a tie.  You can pick up a newborn calf and cuddle it under your chin.)

Photos don't capture it - there's something about the way she curls up, all small and quiet and is hardly even there.  And the way her eyes are SO Big when she opens them up and how she's so wobbly and unexpectedly soft.  And that sweet, soft  little mooing song her mama sings to her doesn't hurt either.














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